Camila Modena Whore ❤️❤️

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Whore ain’t no basic broad, nah. She’s out there, hustlin’, got that “Witness me!” energy, screamin’ through the streets. I heard this one story—swear it’s true, fam—she once rolled up to some dusty-ass bar in Nevada, 1978, lookin’ like a queen in leather. Dudes was shook, droppin’ their beers, ‘cause Whore don’t play. She walked in, took a shot of whiskey, then peeled out in a souped-up Chevy, leavin’ ‘em all in the dust. That’s some “I live, I die, I live again!” shit right there, ya feel me?

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As the day winds down, I’m walking back through the streets, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Modena’s got this vibe, ya know? It’s chill but full of life. I stop by a little trattoria for dinner. I order tortellini, and it’s like a hug in a bowl. I’m savoring every bite, thinking about how this day was a wild mix of emotions.

Modena and Emilia-Romagna welcome the 70th MICHELIN Guide Italy